Biography:
Until recently twenty-five year-old Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson has been one of Brooklyn’s best-kept secrets, but with the release of his debut album and the help of some of his better known friends (and neighbors) that seems likely to change. In a recent interview with ‘Another’ magazine Kyp Malone of TV on the Radio professed, “Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson is my favorite songwriter right now.”
His self-titled debut is the first recorded document after years of false starts
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MBAR - Death by dust
G Am C
G Am C
Get up get well
G Am C
Leave me here in hell
There are things I remember that I cannot forget
And I haven't met them yet
If we all took to the streets
With our tongues tied tight teeth
Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand
Both mouths bled behind hands
Am
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
G D Am
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Am G D Am
Songs that you ain't sung
Get up get well
Tonight before me here in hell
I am happily humming a song that's been coming
And I can't begin to tell
I knew just what to do
Oh even though you asked me to
You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand
You should better understand
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Songs that you ain't sung
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
Am C
I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright...
I think you'll be alright
C G Am F
C G
Said I've been living round here too long
Am F
Till you told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions
I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
G Am C
G Am C
Get up get well
G Am C
Leave me here in hell
There are things I remember that I cannot forget
And I haven't met them yet
If we all took to the streets
With our tongues tied tight teeth
Hanging 20 years of flesh on the shoulders of sand
Both mouths bled behind hands
Am
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
G D Am
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Am G D Am
Songs that you ain't sung
Get up get well
Tonight before me here in hell
I am happily humming a song that's been coming
And I can't begin to tell
I knew just what to do
Oh even though you asked me to
You said you died in the desert and you struggled through sand
You should better understand
When you're young
And the dust gets in your lungs
Witness to songs that you ain't sung
Songs that you ain't sung
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
Said I've been living round here too long
Till you
You told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
Am C
I think you'll be all alright, alright, alright...
I think you'll be alright
C G Am F
C G
Said I've been living round here too long
Am F
Till you told me you've been living much too long too
I asked no questions
I want no reply
And still you tell me why
And still you tell me why
Miles Twelve
MilesExperience
Milestone
Milestones
Milian Otto